This morning, I woke up with some sort of cosmic fear. When the earthquake had hit Japan, the earth axis had moved by a few inches. We are tiny specks of dust, and life can only make sense and feel valuable if we forget that, most of the time. But sometimes the thought is very near. And then you wake up and wonder how long this little blue perl will keep orbiting – or maybe just fade away, drift off, get hit by some meteor. I guess the comforting thing about that would be that it would hit us all the same – old, young, poor, rich, connected, in the jungle, no matter.
Or maybe it’s just that I am projecting uncertainty in my own life onto creation as a whole. Which is a rather grandiose way of feeling insecure.